"remember when you were one of us?"
they ask me
crouched on my front porch and gazing at my youngest
i would like to take my child out of their sight
but i know if they do
they will kill him.
"i do," i answer levelly
watching the creatues
with a ferocity i have not lost
"i remember running with you
and i remember darting through the trees
and i remember the wind in my fur."
"and don't you miss it?"
i look at my child
frightened but brave
and i look at my house
old but mine
and i look at my old compatriots
wild and clever
and i tell my truth.
Created: Mar 06, 2014cipollakate Document Media